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Waiting On Hope

Ten years ago, Lexie Dodson fled her home in rural Ohio, leaving behind a heartbroken brother and abandoning a devastated fiancé. While chasing her desire of a fast-paced life in the city, and the obscurity of urban life, she is shaken to her very core by an act of violence that leaves her betrayed, broken, and pregnant—and with nowhere to go but home.

Seeking refuge and facing gut-wrenching decisions, she is confronted not only with the past she left behind, but also with a love that never died—a love waiting for something to stoke the flames.

For your listening pleasure, I’ve compiled a soundtrack for Waiting On Hope. The soundtack is comprised of songs I either listened to while writing or felt matched the tone/feel of the book. Click here to play!on the link (not the picture) to play. Enjoy!

Wynn Murphy has been in love with Zane Anders since the day she laid eyes on him. But just when she begins to hope their casual relationship might turn into something more, a misunderstanding pushes her away.

~The door buzzed again, but this time, when Wynn glanced up, she froze. He paused in the doorway and flashed Wynn one of those weak-in-the-knees, killer grins. Behind her, Gemma sucked in a sharp breath before scurrying to her side.

“It’s him,” Gemma whispered to her. Her straight, black hair brushed the side of Wynn’s face. And as if Wynn’s eyes and her announcement weren’t enough, Gemma jabbed Wynn in the ribs for good measure.

It amazed her how alert and fast Gemma could move when truly motivated by a gorgeous piece of man flesh.

“I can’t stand the sexual tension anymore. You two have been drooling over each other for five years. Ask him out. Come on…” Gemma nudged her.

Turning, Wynn shot her a warning glare and rubbed her throbbing side. “No.”

“Don’t be such a wimp.”

“I’m not asking him out.” Wynn said, eyes wide.

“Ask him to grab a drink with you tonight. If you don’t, I will.”

Wynn narrowed her eyes. “You wouldn’t. Besides, I just broke up with Kevin.”

“You broke up with Mr. Pecker almost two months ago.” Gemma spoke through clenched teeth.

“What?” Wynn shook her head, her forehead scrunching in confusion. The shuffle of footsteps behind her and the jingle of keys signaled Zane’s approach. Tingles shot down Wynn’s neck to her arms. “Why are you calling him Mr. Pecker?” Her heart rate accelerated, making her feel lightheaded. Please God, don’t let him hear us whispering.

“I’m calling him Mr. Pecker because he’s a pecker head, and all he thinks about is his little pecker.”

The shuffle of feet and movement at the counter behind her stopped Wynn from replying. She snapped her gaping mouth shut and spun around. Zane stood in front of her, dashing as ever in his dark suit. He shoved his hands in his pockets and smiled. “How are the Murphy sisters today?” he asked….